The Patriots – Part 7: Avatar Over London

Kirk Sinclair, a Scottish worker for the UK Atomic Energy Authority, went to investigate one of the nuclear testing chambers in Dounreay, after reports of a recent disturbance there. Kirk’s feeble Gaelic mind had no idea what he would encounter.

Kirk arrived at the chamber, and his jaw dropped at what he saw. There was a floating blue figure before him. It was glowing a bright blue, appeared to be male, and was naked.

“London,” the figure uttered. “Devereaux, Rockford.”

“Yeah,” Kirk stammered. “They sound like real cunts.”

The figure chuckled and pointed at Kirk. He then snapped his fingers and disappeared. Kirk was taken aback, and then ran off, scrambling to tell his supervisor what he had seen.

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In the morning, the Patriots left the Rockford Hotel in order to meet in a more clandestine meeting room, provided by MI6 on the behalf of Percy. The main Patriot members were there, along with Peter and Eugene, the ethnically inferior propagandists, and Lance D’Arcy.

“Well, gentlemen,” Lord Rockford began. “Phase 1 has been completed, and you have all been assembled. Phase 2 will involve several charitable missions in several countries. The first countries will be Bolivia, Honduras, Sudan, Namibia, Syria, Myanmar, and Papua New Guinea. Now, for the Patriots, I’ll allow you to choose which mission you’d like to be assigned to. I have officers who can fill in the remaining slots. Lance, you’ll take part to. Peter and Eugene, you may be sent to some of these missions in order to collect media for propaganda, but you will not be in charge. This won’t be an issue, won’t it?”

“Not at all, milord,” Peter and Eugene replied in unison. “We are unworthy of leading, anyways.”

“Very well,” Lord Rockford nodded. “Now, who wants where?”

“So many good choices,” Percy said. “I am partial to Sudan and Papua New Guinea, as my forebears have governed there before, but I think I’ll take Syria. I’ve dealt with Ba’athists before.”

“I think I’ll take Bolivia,” Walter added. “The country seems utterly disgusting to me, but those lithium deposits will be good for my business.”

“I shall go with Namibia,” Dietrich proclaimed. “It’s old German territory, after all.”

“Eh, I guess I’ll go to Papua New Guinea,” Bill uttered. “I am a bit fond of the East Indies.”

“Well, I’d like to help out in Sudan,” Lance said, with the tone of a rock star who has no convictions in the causes he advocates for. “I heard the situation there was very bad recently, so it’ll be good to help.”

“Yes, help…” Lord Rockford sneered. “Now that you’ve all chosen, I shall make the proper arrangements. You will be officially assigned to your mission in a month, and will be briefed on details about the country, as well as what your missions will entail.”

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Julia Montgomery sat outside a café in London. She was wearing a headscarf and sunglasses, hoping to avoid being seen by Lord Rockford’s men.

“Excuse me?” a man’s voice asked. “Are you Julia?” Julia looked up to see a Celtic brute staring down at her, but being the self-hating wench, she smiled a bit.

“Yes,” she replied. “You must be Liam.”

“That I am” Liam O’Hara nodded. “Want to head somewhere quieter?”

“Yes, please.” Julia stood up and followed Liam to his car, where he drove them to an empty warehouse. When they arrived, she pulled out a manila folder from her purse.

“Look, this is all I could salvage,” Julia began, handing the folder to Liam. There were several torn up documents inside. “I’m sorry if it’s not enough, but Lord Rockford destroyed most of it when he found out I was a double agent.”

“No, this is great, Julia,” Liam assured. “This’ll be great for the Commission.”

The two were interrupted by a loud booming noise. Julia and Liam ran outside to see a massive blue figure hovering over the Rockford Hotel.

“Rockford!” the figure screamed. Julia and Liam looked in exasperation, realizing the figure was Bhivan.

“You’ll pay for what you’ve done, Rockford!” Bhivan screamed. He swiped his arm through the roof of the Rockford Hotel, causing the building to collapse. Screams rang out across London.

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The Patriots witnessed the destruction of the Rockford Hotel. Lord Rockford began trembling with anger.

“Patriots!” he yelled. “Head to the helicopter at once! We’re going to finish that brute!” The Patriots nodded and ran out, leaving Peter, Eugene, and Lance behind. The helicopter pilot took off and headed towards the ruins of the Rockford Hotel. Walter donned his nanosuit, and flew out in order to combat the superhuman terrorist. He barraged him with heat seeking missiles and energy blasts. Percy manned a machine gun in the helicopter, and Dietrich manned a chemical bomb launcher. Bill hung for dear life in the copter, trembling with anger.

“Bill,” Percy cried. “Now might be a good time to go orange!”

“That’s my secret, Percy,” Bill stammered. “I’m always orange.”

“What?” Percy spat.

“WILLEM! VAN! ORANJE!” Bill screamed. He leaped out, instantly bursting into an orange colossus. He pounced onto Bhivan, savagely beating his head.

“You will all pay!” Bhivan yelled, his voice booming throughout the city of London. “You Nazis! Fascist bastards!”

“Typical leftist,” Walter sneered. “Calling anyone you disagree with a fascist.”

The battle raged on for an hour, as Bhivan’s strength was slowly whittled down with bullets, missiles, laser blasts, toxic gas, and Bill’s orange punches. Lord Rockford soon realized that this containment of Bhivan was only temporary, and soon he would break out and wreak havoc on all of London, and the rest of the Anglo-Teutonic world after. From his coat pocket, the lord drew what looked like a rifle, and attached his cane to the stock of the gun.

“What is that, Herr Rockford?” Dietrich asked, noticing the device.

“A good scientist friend of mine made this for me,” Lord Rockford explained to Dietrich. “It is the ultimate weapon, only to be used in the direst of circumstances. Considering a nuclear Indian thug is going to destroy London, I’d say that is fairly dire. It is what I call a tachyon gun.”

“Interesting,” Dietrich mused. “So, you will use faster than light speeds to send the Hindustani back in time?”

“Indeed,” Lord Rockford replied. “And hopefully, it shall destroy his entire essence in the process.”

“Walter, Bill, get out of there!” Percy screamed over his comm. Walter, who heard it, was ready to hightail it out of there, but realized that Bill was still pulverizing Bhivan, relentless and refusing to let go. Walter grabbed Bill, prying him off Bhivan. Unable to carry him, Walter tossed him away, sending a raging Bill tumbling into the Thames River. Now that Bill was out of the way, Walter sped off. Lord Rockford aimed the tachyon gun at Bhivan and fire. A white beam of light fired at Bhivan. When it him, he began to fade away, his essence being sent back millions of years in time. He screamed in fury, vowing revenge on Lord Rockford and the Patriots. He finally disappeared, and a silence fell over London.

“Good riddance!” Percy barked.